Dressed as Master's illegitimate meal

Yan Jilin glared at Liu Xingshu, lifted his lapel, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

It's just that neither of the two of them thought that something big would happen in the mid-empty city.

Meng Chuanyu, who was dressed in red, was knocked down from the sky, and one of his white wings was broken, hanging miserably on his back.

His hair was disheveled, blood was splattered on his face, and he fluttered to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

As soon as Yan Jilin and Liu Xingshu landed, they saw the scene of Meng Chuanyu falling from the sky.

With a "touch", Meng Chuanyu fell to the ground, his spine seemed to be cracked, and he was lying on the ground, unable to get up.

Yan Jilin's expression tightened, and he hurried up to help him up, Wen asked, "What's going on?!"

"Hahahaha!" Meng Chuanyu smiled, but his eyes were painful, "Yan Jilin...he lied to me..."

"He's been...always...lied to me!"

The self-deprecating expression on Meng Chuanyu's face faded, replaced by a grief-stricken expression: "I should have known!"

"How could a person like him really like me?"

Meng Chuanyu looked at the sky, his eyes scattered.

Yan Jilin looked up and saw Han Yuan falling from the sky.

At this time, the red clothes on his body had already turned black, and the expression on his face was extremely cold, and he looked at Meng Chuanyu with disgust.

Yan Jilin flashed his sword: "You don't like him, why did you marry him?!"

Han Yuan glanced at Meng Chuanyu in disgust: "If it wasn't for Xuan Kongya, why would I wrong myself to act with him?"

As he said that, he sneered: "To be honest, he is stupid enough. When I said I liked it, he really believed it."

"Cough, cough, cough!" Meng Chuanyu coughed angrily, spitting out blood from his throat, "Han Yuan...you have no heart..."

"It's a pity that the chess missed a move, and the hanging bud was stolen!"

"Asshole!" Yan Jilin gritted his teeth, "I said that day, if you fail Meng Chuanyu, I will make your life worse than death!"

Yan Jilin picked up the sword and rushed towards Han Yuan. In the shadow of the sword, two white lights collided, and finally dispersed quickly, turning into two figures.

Yan Jilin fell to the ground, and the momentum made him take a few steps back. On the other hand, looking at Han Yuan, the situation became a little more serious because he vomited a mouthful of blood.

Meng Chuanyu smiled, and joked with interest: "You treat me so well, without knowing it, I thought you liked me..."

Before Meng Chuanyu finished his teasing words, Yan Jilin in his vision was already blocked by Liu Xingshu.

Liu Xingshu gave Meng Chuanyu a fierce look, which made Meng Chuanyu smile.

He murmured: "It's so good...to be in love with each other...it's really the most beautiful thing in the world..."

Meng Chuanyu looked at the incomparable scenes around him and saw his former compatriots turned into cold corpses, and suddenly regretted it.

Maybe he shouldn't have liked Han Yuan in the first place...

In this way, his homeland will not go through this catastrophe...

Meng Chuanyu stood up slowly supporting his dilapidated body, clutching his chest, vomiting blood step by step.

"Meng Chuanyu!" Yan Jilin said worriedly watching Meng Chuanyu walking towards Han Yuan slowly but firmly.

Meng Chuanyu turned around and showed a grateful smile at Yan Jilin, "Immortal Leng Yue, thank you very much..."

"After I die, I implore you to set up a tomb for me, and put it in the highest place in Mid-Sky City..."

After saying this, Meng Chuanyu seemed to have expected that Yan Jilin would agree to his request, turned around and continued walking towards Han Yuan.

Although Han Yuan knew that Meng Chuanyu was injured by himself, he still walked towards him step by step when he saw that he had suffered such a serious injury. There was a trail of blood behind him, and his heart ached.

In fact, even he himself didn't expect that things would develop into what it is now. Even though he decided to ignore Meng Chuanyu's life and death at first, but seeing his miserable appearance, he couldn't bear it anymore.

But then another person appeared in his mind, and Han Yuan suddenly woke up!

He can't be softhearted!

He still has someone to save!

So he asked, "Where are the hanging buds?"

"Ahem..." Meng Chuanyu breathed heavily, "I said it was stolen...you don't believe it..."

It turned out that after the Xuankong Ya was stolen, Meng Chuanyu searched non-stop, but Han Yuan didn't believe it, and decided that he didn't want him to see the Xuankong Ya, so he hid him!

Hearing Han Yuan's question, Meng Chuanyu finally noticed something was wrong.

And Han Yuan was also exposed because of his anxiety, so the two started fighting, which became the scene that Yan Jilin had just seen.

"Don't move..." Meng Chuanyu slowly approached Han Yuan and wrapped his arms around his waist. Because he was familiar with him and got used to it, Han Yuan failed to hide in the first place, but let him hug him live by yourself.

Anyway, he wasn't afraid that the current Meng Chuanyu would pose any threat to him.

"Let me... let me give you a hug..." Meng Chuanyu said out of breath, "I'll... I'll tell you... the whereabouts of Hanging Ya..."

Han Yuan was about to push Meng Chuanyu's hand away and gave a sudden pause.

And Meng Chuanyu's clear eyes were full of hatred and anger, he slightly hooked his lips, and suddenly a small dagger appeared in his hand.

He slowly wrapped one hand around Han Yuan's neck, put the other on his chest, and said quietly, "Ahem...you come closer...I will quietly...quietly tell you..."

Han Yuan didn't doubt that it was there, he lowered his head slightly, and then he felt a pain in his chest, a faint sound of "stab" rang in his ears, and a faint smell of blood came.

He looked at his chest in disbelief, and saw that Meng Chuanyu's hands were covered with blood, and more than half of the dagger in his hand was stabbed into his chest by him, and the blood gushed out unscrupulously.

"you……!"

"You shouldn't have lied to me..." Meng Chuanyu looked at him bitterly, "It doesn't matter if you don't like me...I can always like it..."

"But...but why do you want to expose the fact that I am nothing in your heart?!"

"Is my life so unworthy in your eyes?"

"My heart is that you can come and go when you want?!"

Meng Chuanyu's face was hidden in the darkness, his breath was depressed and dark.

"So... you go to die!"

Han Yuan never thought that this person who was obsessed with him would kill him because of love and hatred.

He is so restless.

"Hahaha..." Meng Chuanyu smiled, covering his face with bloody hands, and that white jade face was instantly stained red with blood.

Laughing and laughing, his knees suddenly bent, and he knelt down on the ground with his head lowered, neither his face nor his expression could be seen.

Yan Jilin stepped forward and checked tentatively, only to find that Meng Chuanyu had also died...